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Post by Tiff on Feb 24, 2011 2:08:54 GMT -5
My eyes widened in fear. "I can't." I pointed into the darkness. "Those people aren't my patents those snotty brats I call friends have to know I'm not me." I knew how stupid that sounded but I couldn't think of a different way to phrase it because obviously I was still under the impression that I was Frankie Conrad. "Whose memories do I have? What happened to her? Surely they can't drug everyone." I look at Raina. "What's my real name, you said we worked together, what did we do? Why don't I remember you at all?"
I understood I was shooting off questions at rapid fire but I was lost and scared. The life I believed was real was fake and they wanted me to go back to them? "Alec I can't go home." I glanced down at my ruined school outfit. "How would I explain this?" I glanced at Raina with her filthy stained hood and then looked away immediately, still quite terrified of her, she wouldn't understand my dilima and I was sure she'd see my frantic behavior as laughable and petty.
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Post by Kelli-wa on Feb 24, 2011 21:23:10 GMT -5
I was furious about all of this, more than I normally would have been. Probably because not only was he humiliating me, but he was doing it in front of her. “Everything has to do with class! It doesn’t matter how you pushed yourself through the ranks, you’re rich and you’re a man so obviously you’re going to be just one rank above me, one fucking rank.” I shook my head. “I’m not going to be the crazy one again, Alec. I wouldn’t have brought her here.” I shook my head again, unable to deal with this. As he spoke about my brother again and I nearly lost it, not even wanting to imagine what they had done to him. I sucked in a sharp breath and crossed my arms, shutting my eyes tight.
I glanced over at the girl as she said that she wouldn’t tell. I honestly wouldn’t say that I trusted her to tell the truth. I didn’t know how trustworthy Frankie Conrad was. I knew for sure that she had to go back to wherever she’d come from tonight, though. If not, they’d look for her and the first place they would look was Joe and Maggie’s, and they wouldn’t be forgiving. I looked at Alec and sighed, “I’m not done with you, Alec, we’ll talk later.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, “You make sure she keeps her mouth shut.”
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Post by kristay on Feb 24, 2011 21:54:47 GMT -5
I looked at her ruined uniform and my brain started to run as I thought of excuses. "I'll think of something. You ran and got lost; I found you?" I sighed softly and ran frustrated hands through my hair as I tried to think of a better excuse. "I don't know; but you can't stay here... Not yet Frankie. I'll be there anyway, so you aren't going to be alone. I'll watch out for you." I was pretty sure Joe would wring my neck if I didn't watch over his little girl anyway.
I looked at Raina incredulously; where did she get this bullshit? "So you're saying, your brother who was the same rank as I was who had no money, and barely any education cheated to get where he was? They picked him Rain because he was a great man and because he was more than a great leader. You have equally the same potential but until you get that in your head and stop acting like a snob, they aren't going to do anything." Really, she and I were friends but sometimes, I honestly wanted to wring her neck. I moved away from Raina, ready to take Frankie back home when she grabbed me again and I had to hold in a sigh. "When are you ever done with me Rain?" I removed her hand from my arm and shook my head disapprovingly at her attitude before I walked over to Frankie. "Come on, I'll take you home."
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Post by Kelli-wa on Feb 24, 2011 23:12:19 GMT -5
My jaw locked as he spoke about my brother again, "Stop!" I hollered without meaning to. "Just stop it. You don't tell me how my brother go where he did, I know, alright? I'm tired of this, I'm going back to the meeting, I'll see you if you make it back tonight." He glared at me and I rolled my eyes, "Don't even give me that look, you know I have every right to be nervous about this." I was so angry by now, I guess I couldn't blame him for bringing that up, I mean I was being kind of a brat, but at the same time, what had he been thinking? She could have ruined everything. I let out a sigh as I started back and shook my head as I stepped back into the tent. "I don't think we're going to get anything done, tonight. He's taking the rich girl home, she's not going to tell... I don't think.
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Post by Tiff on Feb 25, 2011 0:25:22 GMT -5
I was petrified of going back through the woods and back to the house I'd thought was my home, to the people I thought were my parents. "Alec, can't I stay with you?" I asked, my voice whiney and annoying to even myself, but I couldn't help it. "They'll never believe I got lost." If I stayed with him at his place, not necessarily in the forest or whatever, they wouldn't take it half as bad, maybe I could get the stains out of my clothes before going back to my fake parents. "I need more time." I'd promised I wouldn't tell, but I couldn't promise that I wouldn't respond differently to my parents, my parents friends, or even my friends.
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Post by kristay on Feb 25, 2011 0:29:55 GMT -5
I knew it was a low blow to Raina to mention her brother but the way she was talking, the only way she would be quiet was if I did. I'd apologize to her later, maybe bring her those chocolates she liked so much. I shook my head again when Raina walked away and watched Frankie. "You know I wouldn't mind if you stayed with me; honestly I think it would be safer that way but wouldn't your parents find it odd that you're staying with me? We barely talk during parties and then now you uproot and live with me?" I motioned for her to start walking; we'd take it slow so we could make a plan about where she could stay; I had a feeling that bringing her home to her parents would be a bad idea.
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Post by Tiff on Feb 25, 2011 0:42:34 GMT -5
"They might find it strange, but I'm usually quiet, I don't usually talk to many people at parties anyway, the only thing I can think that might alert them too much is if you're being investigated for something." I turned to him. "Is there any possibility that our people, the rich, have a reason to believe you're doing something you shouldn't be, do you think they'd know about your little excursions? Because if not, my staying at your place would only look like a good thing." Sure, I hadn't recognized him when we first bumped into each other, but like I said before, I was quiet, I usually hung around near the wall and Alec was the type of guy who'd be right in the thick of things, his involvement in this resistance group was proof enough to that. "I mean..." I blushed. "You're Alec Wilson." I gave him a glance. "Marrying into your family would be a God send to my parents. If nobody suspects anything of you, then my parents would gladly hear that I was sleeping over at your house."
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Post by kristay on Feb 25, 2011 0:49:23 GMT -5
I thought about her question and shook my head; sure I was paranoid that they knew but most of the people who were investigating these things were people I worked with everyday and I always tried to steer them into a completely different direction. "I don't think so; I'm very quiet about the things I do at night. Even the people at my house think I'm off drinking with my friends." I rolled my eyes; really I honestly wasn't the type; though there had been times when I drank with them to extract information. The life of a double agent. I watched her blush and had to smile. "I'm not really anything you know; it's just a role I play." I sighed and shook my head. "Well if you think your parents wouldn't mind, then we better get going; you probably want a shower, huh?" I led her to the road we had met at earlier and used the path I had used prior because it was shorter and less occupied. I offered her my hand to hold; if anyone saw us, they'd at least think there was some sort of intimacy between us and I knew she was nervous. All I could offer her was my hand.
We arrived at the house soon enough and the door opened before I even knocked. There were no questions asked as I stepped in, changing my aura to one of a haughty rich person. "Ms. Conrad will be staying here for as long as she wishes; prepare the suite next to mine and clothes for her." I turned to look at her and offered her a tiny smile. "You must be tired and hungry; I'll get some things to eat while you get changed. Meet you in the library in an hour?" I too needed a change of clothes but I knew we still had a lot to talk about. It was going to be another long night for me.
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Post by Tiff on Feb 25, 2011 1:03:34 GMT -5
I shook my head. "You are everything to every single girl in your age group and beyond that, if I go to school tomorrow, I'm going to have a rough day." I looked at him incredulously, how could he not think that he wasn't anything. He was everything to my friends and I and every Rich parent with a young attractive marriageable daughter, sure arranged marriages weren't uncommon in our world, but for whatever reason he was not prearranged to be married to anyone as far as I, my family, and our immediate friends knew. I took his hand when he offered it to me, more out of fear, than because I knew it would look right if we looked like we were playing the part of being together. I tried not to squeeze his hand as we walked down the dark path toward his home. "I'd been there numerous times for parties, but I'd never been there unless I was with a large group of peers or my parents. I tried not to draw attention to my dirty face and clothes as we entered his home, but my heart melted as he offered me a tiny smile. I followed the servant to the suite beside his and immediately got into a hot shower. The last time I'd been this dirty, as far as I could remember, I'd been to a mud spa with my mother and we'd sat in a giant steaming pool of mud to exfoliate the skin or something. I scrubbed my face until I was sure it was pink and just before I ended my shower, I turned the taps to cold to try and clear my mind, make it focus better. I stepped out of the shower and was pleased to find warm clothes waiting for me. Finding the library wasn't difficult and I knocked before I entered just to let him know I was coming in.
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Post by kristay on Feb 25, 2011 1:30:14 GMT -5
I shrugged. I knew those things but I didn't really take them seriously. "They think they want me but they don't even know me. I honestly don't even know them; maybe a name and a face to go along with that name but I don't know what they like, what they do, what they believe in. Those are the things that are important to me. I may be rich but look at what I do, I fight for the poor." I laughed softly.
I disappeared into my room for a quick cold shower and a change of clothes. I put on a white shirt and black pajama bottoms before heading into the kitchens. Most of the servants were of the poor class and knew what I did; but we pretended not to see each other as equals because there were some in my employ who did not believe in the things I fought for. I had to be careful. I glanced at Martha, a large woman who was in charge of my kitchens and I smiled. "Something for Ms. Conrad if you please Martha." She didn't even bother to say anything as she bustled around the kitchens for a tray and filled it with sandwiches full of beef mashed potatoes and gravy. She made a pot of tea and took out a piece of chocolate cake but set out two forks. She tapped the side of her nose with a wink. "To share." I laughed and nodded as I picked up the tray. "Thank you; good night Martha." I made my way to the library and once I had arrived, I set the things on a table between two large winged chairs. I sat in one and poured myself a cup of tea, sighing softly as I sipped and warmed up considerably. I heard the knock and knew it was Frankie and I suppressed a heavy sigh; I had many things to explain. "Come in."
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Post by Tiff on Feb 25, 2011 20:41:43 GMT -5
"You're a modern day Robin Hood." I said as he told me to come in. Most of my so called friends wouldn't know who Robin hood was, let alone what he was famous for. Heck I don't even think they know who Cinderella is, I'm not even sure Frankie Conrad knew who those characters were until two years ago. "I..." I stopped and stared at the tray laden with food and frowned. "Don't you feel bad when you look at Maggie and Joe and Raina with all this food?" I pulled the image of Raina up from my memory and frowned, she was so thin. "Was I that thin?" I asked, then realized he probably didn't know me back then. "Do you ever take them anything?"
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Post by kristay on Feb 25, 2011 20:52:03 GMT -5
I had to chuckle at her description. "Well if Robin Hood had to kill a lot of people then maybe." I shook my head, bad way to start a conversation, Alec. I shrugged when she asked me about the food. "I used to; I'd tell my mentor that we had to bring them all the food we could but I realized later on that they had a much better life than I did. Sure I had everything I wanted but they had real family that they fought for, they had values and knew the real important things in life. Tell you the truth Frankie, I'm jealous of them." I shrugged again as I finished my tea and gestured to the food. "Please eat." I smiled at her question. "I'm not sure, I didn't meet you till you had become a member of the rich society. You should ask Raina that question, not me." I winked at her. "She's scary right? Give her chocolate and she'll be your best friend."
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Post by Tiff on Feb 25, 2011 21:38:59 GMT -5
I'd started to make my way to the chair beside him when I heard him say what he said. I stopped and took a calming breath. "I'm not familiar with his body count, but I'd assume he might have had to kill someone in his adventures." I didn't want to ask him about his body count, honestly, I didn't even want to know that he'd committed murder, no matter the cause, that was just too much for me to take in at the moment. "I can understand the pride they might feel, but after a certain point and certain levels of hunger pains I think I'd have to push my pride out of the way and take the food. Is it a pride thing with them?" I asked, remembering my dream and how special that piece of cinnamon bread had been to me. I sat in the chair beside him and picked up a sandwich though my stomach was turning from the news I'd already learned. "You don't think Raina resents me does she? I mean I'll never be who I was before to her, I doubt she'd answer any of my questions." I really didn't think I could say what Raina would do, after all I had no memory of her. "I highly doubt even a decadent slice of chocolate cake would sway her."
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Post by kristay on Feb 25, 2011 23:18:27 GMT -5
I couldn't help but smile at her hesitance; she was probably realizing what it meant to join the resistance. It wasn't easy, it really wasn't. I shrugged at her question. "I don't think it is a matter of pride; when your freedom is taken from you, I think the passion that they have for their fight for freedom just makes them forget how much they need to eat." I laughed softly, when I remembered having to scold Raina's brother for trying to pick a fight with me on an empty stomach. "I do what I can; the members of my household fight for the same thing but I warn you to be careful with what you say, not everyone here can be trusted. Anyway, I let them take back food with them when they can but we try to do it a little at a time; moving too much might alert suspicion." I shook my head as I filled her cup and my own. "Raina doesn't resent you; I think she just missed you and was upset that you forgot her." I waggled my eyebrows playfully, wanting to lighten the mood a bit. "Chocolate is Raina's weakness. Well the only one I know of so far." And her brother...
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Post by Tiff on Feb 25, 2011 23:48:35 GMT -5
I put the sandwich to my lips and took a bite, but my stomach was too upset to eat. "Are there a lot of Rich in the resistance?" I was full of questions and though I still wasn't thoroughly convinced that I'd been a part of the Poor class, I wasn't still curious about their lives and curious at how people could be so cruel to others. "Would your servants know about me? Or..." I placed the sandwich on the edge of the platter and picked up my cup instead. "Or should we put on a show for them as well?"
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